I Don't know what to write

Ok, this is the second post. Let's start with an extremely hot day for spring´s second week. My shirt was stained so I couldn't take my sweater off. It is just a little stain, but I hate that a one color shirt  (no stripes nor squares at all) displays a stain, no matter how little this could be that taint will call the attention distracting anybody who wants to start a conversation with me.

You'll see, there are two office buildings at work, one a little bit far from the other, not too much just 26 feet. The problem was that I am working on the third floor of the building A, but my manager works on the third floor of building B, this means that each time I want to show him something or talk about some campaign detail I have to take the stairs, eighty steps, (40 from building A, and 40 from building B*), and I have to use my zazen breathing techniques to avoid sweating. (By the way, I always fail terribly).

Anyway, my other shirts are already dry (thankfully to the same sun that made me sweat in the morning) so I hope tomorrow I fell fresher and also I don't have to jaunt six times for nothing more than a signature.

Footnotes

*The steps in building B are really 41.

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There is a small chance this will be read. Considering this and starting from this moment I feel free to reveal my thoughts and feelings to anybody who is in search of a short tale or story. I do this as a mental exercise, to practice my skills to write, maybe even as a way to start a good conversation. 

Please notice this stories might be real, based on real events or totally fictional. Also, this entries might be written in English or Spanish. There is no particular order. But I will try to do it in English most of the time.  You can contact me at any time. 

Hasta pronto.